The fire does me no good except to pull grades down from my image. As if its not low enough already.
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Okay. Something really awful happened last night, freaked me out so much I almost went hysteric. Fat Kel was teasing about how I needed a man no matter how tough I look. True and false, false and true. There's no need for the existence of a male species if he's weaker than my lion heart girlfriends.
Cute looking boys should be a want, not a need. And in my case, I don't even want them. How sad.
I want my MBT sandals, the pair that Eason Chan's wife has!!!!
